Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Anomic & Does She Think of Me?

Anomic

I feel it sometimes
Well– all the time
Alienated
Broke and alone
Mentally fractured
An empty shell
In an empty shell
Covered in skin
Gliding through life; death–
What is the goal?
To die or to feel?
What’s the lesson?
And what should I feel
Trapped in the void?

Does She Think of Me?

There’s only one person I want to see
She’s a beautiful dream I can’t believe
I think of her, but does she think of me

She gazes with those blue eyes intently
Within my mind’s eye on this very eve
There’s only one person I want to see

With her, the only place I want to be
A fantasy, will I ever achieve
I think of her, but does she think of me

Bursting from my chest, my heart wants to flee
This all feels like way too much to conceive
There’s only one person I want to see

I just want to hear from my addressee
The only news that I want to receive
I think of her, but does she think of me

It’s wrong for me to ask for guarantees
Can’t get my hopes up; can’t be so naïve
There’s only one person I want to see
I think of her, but does she think of me

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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